Deathless & Divided (The Chicago War #1) (39 page)

Dino laughed hoarsely. “Me? Take a good look in the mirror.”

“You could have told me the truth,” Damian repeated, willing his anger to calm. He didn’t want to go back out on the floor to find Lily feeling like he was. She would know; his girl always knew. “You could have told me that this was for your parents and what happened way back when. You didn’t have to lie to me and manipulate my weaknesses for your benefit. I was loyal to you. I would have done what you needed regardless of the rest, but I didn’t have to be one of your pawns. Lily didn’t have to be one of your pawns.”

“Neither of you are,” Dino said, shrugging.

“Right. Even when you’re caught red-handed, you still can’t tell the truth.”

“She wasn’t a pawn and neither were you. Everything I said about Lily and what I wanted for her was the truth. And so what, Damian? Who cares if I worked a little bit of revenge into the plan, too? What does it really matter now?”

It mattered a lot.

A war was beginning.

“How long do you think this is going to last, Dino?” Damian asked. “How many more people are going to die because your parents did?”

“A lot,” Dino said, grinning. “But I know my brother and sister won’t be one of them. Remember what I told you when I first asked you to my place that day? Theo is smart as long as he keeps his heart out of the game. He’ll have all the control on the DeLuca side of things now. Keep an eye on him and see how far he goes. As for Lily?”

Damian’s jaw ticked. “She’s got me.”

“Exactly. She’s got you. We both know you’ll never let a thing happen to her. I got everything I wanted out of this. Your feelings don’t matter to me.”

Damian swallowed the bitter taste in his mouth. “And what about you, Dino?”

“What about me?”

“Where are you planning on going?” Damian asked.

“Wherever in the hell I want to.” Dino brushed Damian’s hands off him and pushed away from the stall. “Smile, Damian. It’s your goddamn wedding day.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

L
ily sighed in relief as Damian pulled off her heels. After being in the damn things for a good twelve hours straight, she was happy to see them go. She couldn’t hide the little moan that escaped as Damian’s strong, deft fingers worked the arches of her feet.

“Feel good?” he asked.

“So good.”

Damian hummed and kissed her calf. “Happy to help, sweetheart.”

“They’re beautiful shoes.”

“Well, beautiful on you,” Damian said, chuckling. “Sexy, actually.”

Lily smiled, watching her new husband as his massage went from her feet to her calves. “Oh?”

“Very. Beautiful legs, Lily.”

She pursed her lips. “I’m shorter than you by inches even in heels.”

“Don’t care,” Damian said, humming sexily. “Even if you are shorter than me.”

“And you love my legs.”

Damian flashed a sinful smirk. “Best in Chicago.”

Lily shivered as Damian’s hands drove higher under her wedding dress, kneading and pressing into her soft flesh. He worked every single last kink and soreness out of her tired legs without ever looking away from her.

“You’re awfully quiet tonight,” Lily said softly.

Damian’s gaze flicked away. “Am I?”

His inability to look at her again said it all.

“What is up, Damian?”

“Nothing, sweetheart.”

“Damian—”

“Lily,” Damian interjected, his tone offering no room for arguing. “I said it’s nothing.”

Lily didn’t believe him for a second. She had the distinct feeling that because it was their wedding night, Damian wanted to spend the evening without all the muss and fuss going on outside of the hotel walls. He probably wanted it to be just them and no one else. Lily didn’t mind dropping whatever it was.

“You’ll tell me tomorrow, right?” she asked.

Damian nodded, hiking the skirt of her dress up around her hips as he dropped to his knees. He yanked her panties down around her knees, his grin growing salaciously. “Yeah, sweetheart. I’ll tell you anything you want to know tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

Damian pulled her panties down further, his eyebrow cocking. “Black lace?”

“There’s a whole lot more where that came from.”

“I can’t fucking wait.”

Lily couldn’t respond. His head was already buried between her thighs. The little talent Damian had with his tongue always drove Lily insane every time his mouth came anywhere near her pussy. This time was no exception. With blindly fast strikes of his tongue, he’d parted the fleshy lips of her pussy and was already tasting the fluids gathering at her entrance. Lily could feel her sex trying to clench around his tongue with every plunge. She tried to close her legs around his head, wanting more friction on her clit, but Damian’s hands kept her thighs pried apart.

“Shit, that feels good,” Lily moaned.

Damian’s dark laughter rolled over her senses like golden honey. The vibrations from his amusement tickled her sensitive sex as he nibbled and lapped at her folds. She spread her legs wider, needing to see what he was doing. Using her hands for support on the edge of the bed, Lily propped her upper body high so she could watch Damian eat her out. His mouth was smeared with her arousal and she could smell the scent of her sex already wafting in the air. Damian’s steel-blue eyes surveyed her from down below, a wicked smile curving the corners of his mouth upwards as he licked a line from her slit straight to her clit.

That had to be the hottest thing she’d ever seen.

“Fuck me,” Lily muttered.

“The prettiest sounds,” Damian murmured, keeping her gaze locked on his. “You always make the prettiest sounds for me.”

“I—”

Before she could get a word in edgewise, Damian’s hand came up, pushed her to the bed, and his head disappeared between her thighs again. Lily cried out, her surprise and bliss echoing through the room as his tongue attacked her clit. She struggled under his hand and the pleasure suddenly coursing through her nervous system. The pace of his tongue against her bud was relentless and brutal.

She was going to come and fast.

“Shit, shit, shit,” Lily chanted. “Damian!”

Damian’s approval came out in a long groan. That was all it took. Lily came undone crying his name, fisting the bedsheets, and feeling like she couldn’t breathe. Her orgasm started somewhere in her middle and then shot out in all directions, numbing her fingers and toes.

While she tried to calm, gasping for air in the bed, Damian kissed her inner thighs.

“Up,” he ordered.

Lily blinked, unsure if she’d heard him correctly. “What?”

“Up, sweetheart. I want this dress off of you. Despite how beautiful you look in it, it will only hold me back.”

“But I’m so comfortable.”

Damian laughed. “Oh, well. I’m not done yet.”

Lily melted into the soft chaise as Damian’s fingertips danced up her lace covered spine. On her stomach with her head resting in his lap, she was comfortable and content. She was also turned on like nothing else as her new husband pampered her with pieces of chocolate covered fruit and sips of champagne. The sheer lingerie she wore hid nothing from his view and his hands started their wandering trek all over again.

“This is downright sinful,” Damian said, slipping his fingers between her thighs. Lily sighed as he caressed her sex with sweet, light touches.

“More,” Lily demanded, her lust spiking all over again.

“Soon, sweetheart. I want you begging for it.”

Lily was ready to do that now.

“Damian—”

“Bite,” Damian demanded, holding out a piece of fruit for Lily to take while he kept up the teasing touches with his other hand. Lily glowered up at him even though the angle was awkward and she couldn’t hold the position for long before dropping her head back down in his lap. Damian wasn’t having it. “Play by my rules, Lily, or I won’t give you what you want.”

“You don’t know what I want.”

Damian laughed, the sound coming off deep and throaty. “Maybe not, but I know what I want and I can bet you’re going to like it a whole hell of a lot if you just open that pretty mouth of yours, eat this fruit, and let me keep playing with your sweet pussy.”

How could she deny him when he talked like that?

Good God, it did the best things to her insides.

Lily sucked the chocolate covered tip of the strawberry between her lips before nibbling down on the juicy fruit. As she chewed on the sweet fruit, two of Damian’s fingers sunk into her core without warning. Lily’s cry of surprise dissolved into a deep moan as he curled his digits hard into her G-spot.

Lily swallowed the fruit so she could speak. “Christ!”

“So wet,” Damian said, continuing the rhythm with his fingers that had Lily gushing.

“Holy fuck.”

“Feel, sweetheart. You’re hot all around me. It’s fucking beautiful. You love my fingers fucking you.”

“I love anything you do,” Lily whimpered, wanting more of his fingers.

“You certainly will before the night is over,” Damian said. “Bite, Lily.”

Taking another bite from the fruit, Lily let the sensations of his fingers wash over her while the juices of the strawberry covered her tongue. She jerked in surprise when Damian used the bit of fruit left on the stem to paint along her naked shoulder. The coolness soaked into her nerves, making her shudder. Without saying a thing, he continued painting her skin with the fruit, finger fucking her pussy, and whispering the dirtiest things up above her.

Damian discarded what was left of the strawberry. Lily thought he was going to get another one, but was surprised when she felt the loss of his fingers inside her pussy. Before she could question his motives, his slick fingers drew a path up to her ass.

Lily froze, unsure.

“Breathe,” Damian murmured as just the pads of his fingers massaged her puckered hole.

The sensations of his fingers touching her in a place she hadn’t ever let someone go anywhere near before was new and foreign to Lily. She couldn’t deny the excitement shooting through her bloodstream but there was trepidation following right behind.

“You know I’d never hurt you,” Damian said, his fingers slipping through the clenching ring of muscles. Lily groaned into the palm of her hand, feeling her body stretch around his intrusion. A slight bite of pain mixed with the strangely new desire as it rushed her body. “I only want you to feel good and this will feel so, so good, Lily.”

“Will it?” Lily asked.

Damian winked. “You just have to trust me.”

Lily spread her legs wider, giving him better access to her ass. Slowly, he pumped his fingers in and out of her tight hole, opening his fingers on the withdraw and making her feel incredibly full.

“Do you remember what I told you?” he asked.

Lily could barely speak. “Told me what?”

“About your body.”

“It’s yours.”

“It is,” Damian said, his other hand ghosting down her spine and over the waves of her hair. “And I want every part of it, Lily. I want to be the only man who gets to touch and feel you. I want you to know I’m the only man who gets to fuck and love you.”

“You are.”

Damian removed his fingers from her body, making Lily whine. She hadn’t realized how good that felt until he wasn’t there anymore. “Good. Right now, I want to fuck your beautiful ass. Sit up.”

Lily did as she was told, confused when Damian stood from the couch. Without a word, he crossed the room and disappeared into the bathroom. A tenderness in her backside from being filled in a way she hadn’t experienced before only made her crave more. Lily listened as a tap turned on, making her anticipation grow more.

What he was he doing, washing his hands?

Damian appeared back at the bathroom doorway with two things in his hand. He waved a condom and bottle of lube, surprising Lily further.

“You planned this,” she accused.

“I told you once that I wanted to have you any way I could. I wasn’t lying.”

Lily swallowed audibly. “Oh?”

“No. Spread your legs. Show me how wet you are and play with yourself. I want you to feel how turned on and hot you are right now.”